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I’m fresh out of thoughts, or feud to fuel. Stick around and I’ll think of something, or leave right now and I won’t blame you... These next words prove a point. The ones that follow eradicate a meaning... I’m breaking a wall and I’m standing next to you. Speaking to you through you. *Can you hear me? Are you breathing?* I wish we were true… Then we could read a word in time forever, together… But alas we’re just passing through… (we are) The Voyagers. An experience for two… And all the others- We ever knew.
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
What is There Left to Say?
I’m fresh out of thoughts, or feud to fuel. Stick around and I’ll think of something, or leave right now and I won’t blame you... These next words prove a point. The ones that follow eradicate a meaning... I’m breaking a wall and I’m standing next to you. Speaking to you through you. *Can you hear me? Are you breathing?* I wish we were true… Then we could read a word in time forever, together… But alas we’re just passing through… (we are) The Voyagers. An experience for two… And all the others- We ever knew.
jurtin-albine
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
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